“It was wonderful to catch up 

with you, my friend”

Donning rose colored glasses 

sipping my strawberry lemonade 

Feelings of care floating with  

Midafternoon sun  

which clutch peach tinted pearly windows  

Eyes sparkling like wind chimes  

Waving goodbye for now through sips of a latte I affirm, in scriptural enthusiasm that You are you, I am me last
names don’t require hyphens 

The sticky note on my amygdala  

Written with gel pen  

Needs to return to its owner 

Walking away from me  

Inhale, exhale, inhale 

you walk away

I flip through the chapters of the day 

I can read the lines in your pauses and how 
You narrate your love life 

only one wall of red string away from  

naming me as your person of interest 

Just for that purpose  

You speak directly to me, but I’m pretending like  

I’m enamored by the girl across from the table 

The near enemy of attraction is caffeine 

and while your eyes are vibrant 

the only view I want to see in the morning  

is the sun when it’s just about to rise 

So, I have no choice but to look away 

I have too much on my mind, I apologize,  

yearning for hypothetically holding your hand  

will distract me from seeing 

the handiwork of mine  

I hear birds chirping on the patio,  

all fluorescent in the humblest of ways  

it doesn’t take Intertwined instruments to make a symphony  

Re-reading your messages,  

pay for my drink,  

glance at the clean-shaven barista a little bit longer than i should

Chuckle to myself as the tune lingers in my mind 

As I soak in the shadow of you